Well, we finally made it back from our long visit to Houston, TX for the holidays. But, I should clarify that we barely made it back.
Monday, our flight was set to take off at 5:50 pm. We got on the road a little later than I had wanted, but was assured everything would be fine. When we kept hitting traffic, my heart progressively started beating faster and faster. We finally arrived at the airport with 50 minutes until takeoff. After waiting 25 minutes, we got to the counter, received our boarding passes and started sprinting to the security check in.
Important note: Although we could see the security check right next to the ticketing counters, there was a 4 ft tall wall barrier in between, forcing us to take the looonnnngg way around to get there.
At security check, I quickly hand over our IDs and boarding passes.
"Where is Michael's boarding pass?"
It wasn't there. Angela and Colton were stapled together, but no Mike.
"Can I just go over that wall there to get it from our ticketing counter? We are going to miss our flight," Mike pleads.
"No, you can't go that way. You have to go around..." she stops for a second, "well, never mind. He just jumped over the wall."
I couldn't watch. I kept my eyes down. Mike had taken off running and totally jumped and cleared the wall, complete with 6 TSA people standing nearby just watching him. The people standing in line applauded his efforts as he ran up to our counter. He got what he needed and looked back to the wall, but this time, a big TSA lady shook her head back and forth as if to say "No way. Not again."
Mike sprinted around the long way. We ran the rest of the way and stepped on the plane 9 minutes before takeoff. Doors were supposed to have closed 10 mins prior. We even got to sit next to eachother. A miracle.
MORAL OF THE STORY IS: always plan on being at the airport 1 1/2 hours early! If you are going to do something dangerous, like jump a wall barrier, do it with style.